Staring At The Ceiling

Keane · Other Songs - Keane

Things will seem much better in the morninglight

Love will be much easier to own

Things will look much better in the pale sunlight

We can be together like before



You just need time to forget

You just need time to explain

You just need time to forget yourself again



You're lying on the floor and

Staring at the ceiling

Thinking of a place you

Have never seen before



Remember when you held someone for the first time

Remember when this fire was all we had



Now you want life without death

And you want love without pain

But you want time to go back and start again



You're lying on the floor and

Staring at the ceiling

Thinking of a place you

Have never seen before

Thinking of your old friends

And waiting for the feeling

waiting for the old burning feeling to return



These days, you don't know who you are

These days, you don't know where you are

These days, we don't know who we are



So meet me by the road

Where we used to go



You're lying on the floor and

Staring at the ceiling

Thinking of a place you

Have never seen before, seen before

Waiting for the phone call

And waiting for the feeling

Waiting for the old raging feeling to return, to return

Staring At The Ceiling

Released by Keane on their debut album Hopes & Fears, "Staring At The Ceiling" serves as a defining track of the band's early sound, blending ethereal pop with introspective lyricism. The song captures the band's signature style of layered vocals and atmospheric production, reflecting the emotional vulnerability that characterized their work in the late 2000s. While the track did not achieve the same commercial height as their subsequent hits like "Somewhere Only We Know," it remains a poignant example of Keane's ability to craft melancholic, radio-friendly melodies that resonate with listeners seeking a sense of quiet reflection. Its inclusion on the critically acclaimed debut solidified the group's place in the modern pop landscape, showcasing their talent for weaving personal narrative into a polished sonic texture.